I don't even remember the last time my brother trusted my clumsy ass but today he did. And I didn't kill us both.
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SpeckOfDust is amazing write that down everybody.
Demo this is not for the go fund me she is going to start for me, she is just amazing as a human being. And she knows why.
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I can speak of pain in a language I know well. I can describe its every corner, romanticize it with the words on my lips. I know the shape of suffering,the way it curls around my thoughts and takes root in my chest.
I know how to speak of what’s rotten, I can give voice to the hurt, to the parts of me that bleed and burn with every breath. But when it comes to healing, when it comes to mending the broken pieces, I stumble over words that feel foreign on my tongue words like “hope” and “repair.” I don’t know how to tell you what comes next how to speak of light after so much darkness.
All I know how to do is listen to your words without judgment, though sometimes I wish I could. Perhaps justice could be found in judgment, or maybe I’d understand what feels right to judge. I hope to find the right words someday, to speak of light as easily as I speak of shadows. I grasp truths I wish I didn't, fluent in the language of pain I wish I wasn't.
I know how to speak of what’s rotten, I can give voice to the hurt, to the parts of me that bleed and burn with every breath. But when it comes to healing, when it comes to mending the broken pieces, I stumble over words that feel foreign on my tongue words like “hope” and “repair.” I don’t know how to tell you what comes next how to speak of light after so much darkness.
All I know how to do is listen to your words without judgment, though sometimes I wish I could. Perhaps justice could be found in judgment, or maybe I’d understand what feels right to judge. I hope to find the right words someday, to speak of light as easily as I speak of shadows. I grasp truths I wish I didn't, fluent in the language of pain I wish I wasn't.
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Am scared of love mostly yours.
Bullshit It's not fear, I tell you. You don't get scared of the idea of something. You don't flinch at a thought, you just feel its weight pressing down on you. I crave it, that thing just beyond reach, but I tell myself I'm scared. I know I'll never have it. A lie meant to comfort, to keep myself from the ache of dreaming too much for what I can't touch.
But they say never lie to your own diary. It's the only place you should be honest, even if that honesty cuts deeper than any deception you tell the world.
But they say never lie to your own diary. It's the only place you should be honest, even if that honesty cuts deeper than any deception you tell the world.
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I’ve come to realize that my heart hasn’t hardened the way I once thought it should. And then I understood ,it was never mine to turn cold. All the kindness within me, all the love I’m able to give, is because of God. The credit belongs to Him.
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Someday, you’ll wake up and realize that the burden you’ve been carrying wasn’t the guilt of not choosing someone else it was the need to choose between people in the first place. You were never meant to decide who deserved more of you or who should come first. The only choice that ever truly mattered was choosing yourself.
I think everyone faces this burden in some form. You choose your mother over your father in some conflict, or one friend over another, and guilt follows. You get caught in the crossfire of others chaos, making choices you were never prepared for. But as you grow, you start to see that those choices weren’t your fault they were set by the ones who created the chaos in the first place. Slowly, you learn to listen to your heart and choose yourself. You build a space where the need to choose no longer exists,a space where you can be whole, without splitting yourself to meet others’ needs. You try to create walls that can’t be divided, a life that doesn’t ask you to crack yourself for anyone. And in doing so, you find peace in just living where choice no longer defines your worth or your path.
I think everyone faces this burden in some form. You choose your mother over your father in some conflict, or one friend over another, and guilt follows. You get caught in the crossfire of others chaos, making choices you were never prepared for. But as you grow, you start to see that those choices weren’t your fault they were set by the ones who created the chaos in the first place. Slowly, you learn to listen to your heart and choose yourself. You build a space where the need to choose no longer exists,a space where you can be whole, without splitting yourself to meet others’ needs. You try to create walls that can’t be divided, a life that doesn’t ask you to crack yourself for anyone. And in doing so, you find peace in just living where choice no longer defines your worth or your path.
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